Comfortable

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Disfigured, disoriented, dissed is such I’m.

Made up of tears, scars and white hair strands

All add up to my glory, all things damned.

They make me stand tall being yet in a junk all rammed

I am the success’s child, orphaned by failures. Then adopted by bravery and never ending barriers.

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